Yellow Poplar on wet pavement.

For my second attempt at a blog post I decided to include a recent photograph. There’s a place where I like to go and be a part of God’s creation. As I walked there the other day the rain fell as a heavy mist. I liked the way the water beads on the leaf. There was something interesting about the texture of the worn pavement interacts with the beading water that invites me to be drawn into the image. I can recall the sounds of birds going from branch to branch looking for a dry place to wait out the shower. The smell of the surrounding forest fills my memories. The Gauley River runs in the valley below. When I look at this leaf I can fill the pull of river beckoning me to be come along with the collecting water droplets and seek out the sea that lies many miles away.